Junior Ganymede
We endeavor to give satisfaction

Rising to the challenge

July 27th, 2014 by Vader

[Regular readers know I try to derive sophomoric humor from taking on the character of a lumbering seven-foot-tall asthmatic-villain-American who dresses in black plastic armor and has medical issues. (more…)

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July 27th, 2014 18:45:10

Where do we get such children?

July 17th, 2014 by Vader

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July 17th, 2014 11:07:41

In and Of the Holy Ghost

July 08th, 2014 by G.

Blessed are the gentiles, because of their belief in me, in and of the Holy Ghost.

3 Nephi 16:6


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July 08th, 2014 05:24:48

Power is Godly

July 07th, 2014 by G.

O Lord God of hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee?

Psalms 89:8


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July 07th, 2014 12:16:56


July 07th, 2014 by G.

Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.

-Psalms 88:18


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July 07th, 2014 06:45:56

Man and Woman, Men and Women

June 27th, 2014 by G.

husband and wife music

“I, for my wife, the sun uphold,” Robert Louis Stevenson wrote. (more…)

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June 27th, 2014 09:56:23

New Truths from Old

June 23rd, 2014 by G.

Many of the revelatory insights that have most reached to my soul have come when listening to a bland talk at church cover the same old ground in the same old way; when swapping pet platitudes in Elder’s Quorum with men I’ve known since I was a kid; and when re-reading scripture.

There is no novelty without familiarity.

The active mind when it hears a new thing considers arguments pro and con. When it hears an old thing, the active mind contemplates. It probes deeper.

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June 23rd, 2014 08:29:17

Geteilte Freude ist doppelte Freude

June 21st, 2014 by Vader

Geteilter Schmerz halber Schmerz.

Which is why we are under solemn covenant to mourn with those that mourn. Reading Dan’s blog this week has been awfully hard on the photoreceptors, which don’t respond well to saltwater immersion.

And please consider making a modest donation to nowilaymedowntosleep.org, which Dan has indicated provided its free services to his family. I visited the web site and it seems like a very worthy charity.

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June 21st, 2014 09:57:49

Fatherhood and Proud of It

June 15th, 2014 by G.

An old favorite. (more…)

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June 15th, 2014 02:57:37

Reason Tells Me I’ve a Mother There

June 09th, 2014 by G.

Gapi's wedding 23

Reason tells me I’ve a Mother there.” But reason isn’t enough. I also listen to the heart and the bowels, and they aren’t talking. (more…)

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June 09th, 2014 05:06:46

Hobbes and Hobbits

June 06th, 2014 by G.

What if our imagination should become as a little child’s? What if receiving the kingdom of heaven as a little child mostly meant imagining it differently? Not stern and beautiful like Milton, but jolly and abundant.

Last night I came home to my little boy wearing a red bath robe with a red bandanna on his head pirate-style, a garbage bad tucked into his neckline for a beard, and another garbage bag dragging behind his red trike. He was Santa Claus, he said. My littlest girl was wearing a tan quilt with sticks stuck in her braids. She was the reindeer. The reins were from a swing.

Hobbes and Hobbits
The imagination of children is whimsical. They don’t see the unseen world as eldritch or fey. To them, the transcendental and supernatural are friendly, fun, whimsical, domestic.

The childish imagination is Calvin and Hobbes, Narnia, the Hobbit. When the Abrahamic trial comes, it trusts, because it believes that something golden must lie out there in darkness.

“If you’re thirsty, you may drink.”

They were the first words she had heard since Scrubb had spoken to her on the edge of the cliff. For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken. Then the voice said again, “If you are thirsty, come and drink,” and of course she remembered what Scrubb had said about animals talking in that other world, and realized that it was the lion speaking. Anyway, she had seen its lips move this time, and the voice was not like a man’s. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way.

“Are you not thirsty?” said the lion.

“I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill.

“Then drink,” said the lion.

“May I — could I — would you mind going away while I do?” said Jill.

The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.

The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.

“Will you promise not to — do anything to me, if I do come?” said Jill.

“I make no promise,” said the Lion.

Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.

“Do you eat girls?” she said.

“I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,” said the Lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.

“I daren’t come and drink,” said Jill

“Then you will die of thirst,” said the Lion.

“Oh dear!” said Jill, coming another step nearer. “I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.”

“There is no other stream,” said the Lion.

Even Lord of the Rings has childlike elements. It has hobbits, the Shire, the last Homely House, Strider. Even its orderliness, its insistence on getting the details right for their own sake, is childish.

Perhaps, instead of standing in awe at the works of God, we should wriggle with delight.

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June 06th, 2014 07:13:26

Chains of Memory

June 05th, 2014 by G.

Remebering the Past

What is the strange power of chains of memory to move us? (more…)

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June 05th, 2014 09:55:56

Cosmic Order

May 17th, 2014 by Man SL

Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years

Genesis 1:14 (more…)

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May 17th, 2014 09:05:34

The Mere John-the-Baptistry of St. Paul

May 15th, 2014 by Man SL

We know the concept of mere Christianity.

In Acts, I ran across an example of mere John the Baptistry. In Acts 18, there are two different instances of the Lord and the Church acknowledging people outside its formal limits as already part of the fold in some sense. (more…)

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May 15th, 2014 11:56:32

The Salmon is the Work of God’s Hands

May 02nd, 2014 by G.

A Northwest tribe pooled money to fertilize the nearby ocean with iron sulfate. They hoped to boost plankton, giving wild salmon more to eat.

They succeeded in spades. The salmon catch quadrupled.

This year, the number of salmon caught in the northeast Pacific more than quadrupled, going from 50 million to 226 million. In the Fraser River, which only once before in history had a salmon run greater than 25 million fish (about 45 million in 2010), the number of salmon increased to 72 million.

I deeply respect the tribe’s initiative and self-help in the service of the common good and of their customs. This is how people should live.

One of my most cherished memories is an Eagle Scout project where we spent a weekend in the mountains improving a stream to make it better habitat, including for fish for fishermen. The sun was bright and there was a breeze stirring the pines. There was something stirring in the soul too that we all felt; working to promote God’s creations, including in our own interests, was right.

I love to see the works of man commingling in harmony with the works of God, caribou warming themselves by an oil pipe, a hawk perched on a powerline, stalk-rustling pheasants in my corn patch to glean it in the fall.

God created earth and sky, water and land, algae and plants, fish and fowl, beasts and people, and saw them all together and judged them Good.

And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.

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May 02nd, 2014 08:19:46